I only get impatient about things that I think are in my control. Once I have fully accepted that they aren't, then my impatience disappears into thin air.
I think of it as appropriate where I can change stuff so I don't worry. It's the flipping stuff I KNOW I can't change that winds me up - like people who sit in their car changing the batteries in their cd player while you wait for their space. There's not a damn thing you can do (I'm not a horn blower). ARGH!!! Or the traffic jam which short of a friendly helicopter with big magnet attached I'm going to have to sit through.
Got all those pebbles bagged yet!!!!!!
Yep!! And the plants are in AND still alive!!
I don't nag D about drinking and stuff, and I think it's that totally backed off approach which makes me sense the impatience. Like not hitting the horn in my car I can control my behaviour, I don't get road rage or tailgate slow drivers but I still wish I didn't feel so bugged by stuff not happening at my speed.
Funny you mention your hubby was in the RAF - D went to a Merchant Navy college!!